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It was presumably Reginald’s final ‘fuck you’ to Klaus. In a world of his design, where he could have gone with any social structure possible (Wouldn’t a strong matriarchy have been nice? A bit of luxury socialism? Death to the monarchy and double death to billionaires!), the grand creator had decided that what Earth had really been missing was some fucked-up, rapey biology tampering.
And not just that. A world where, inexplicably, every single one of his siblings had ended up at the top of the pecking order, except for Klaus, who in the last few weeks has had a crash course in just what the hell an omega is.
Five has told him time and time again that it doesn’t seem personal. He hacked into Reginald’s mainframe as soon as he’d spoken to Allison about what she’d witnessed the night of Oblivion. He hadn’t been proficient enough in programming to change it, but he was able to study it and glean enough information to inform a hysterical Klaus that the coding for alphas and omegas seemed determined mostly by brain structure and a tiny amount by physical attributes. Basically, Five agrees with Reggie: humans as a species already sort themselves pretty well into dominant or submissive. Some primal difference in their lizard brain that pushes back against ownership or leans into it. ‘The Alpha/Omega Directive’ is just a twisted play on that. An absolutist theory on who rules and who yields.
And Klaus… Klaus is quickly learning that yielding is the only socially acceptable expectation for him these days.
Not all Omegas are built like him, particularly the male ones, and Five does at least agree that there’s a chance Reginald tampered with Klaus’s biology in order to meet his own nefarious ends. His current hypothesis, which he updates Klaus on usually when Klaus’s mouth is around his cock, is that by making Klaus just a little more comely than the average omega (his tits a little bigger, his scent a little stronger, his slick a little wetter), the Hargreeves ‘pack’ (as a group collective is now apparently referred to), are regularly getting the strong serotonin hit they need to stay satisfied with this new world order, even though they all recognise deep down that things are pretty fucked up.
Sometimes their satisfaction comes from protecting Klaus from other alphas. Sometimes it comes from bullying him into relinquishing control of another part of his life. Recently, for a few of his brothers, it’s come from the ‘mouth and hand stuff’ they’ve all except Klaus agreed are fair game until they can work out how to resist his scent.
It definitely doesn’t come from seeking out Reginald and demanding he ditches the Alpha/Omega Directive completely.
In fact, Klaus is beginning to get the sneaking suspicion that these assholes are kind of enjoying the new status quo.
They’ve always been a bit weird, as far as families go. Klaus has never been lacking in self awareness enough to deny that. There’s the frankly uncomfortable sexual tension, made overt by Luther’s romantic interests in his own sisters. There’s the fierce sense of protectiveness mixed with emotional constipation when one of them is feeling vulnerable. There’s the whole ‘frenemies’ aesthetic, wherein one day they can be getting along great, just partaking in karaoke and vibing, and the next they’re yelling fuck you forever as they part dramatically and plot the other’s demise.
They fit in seamlessly here, in a world that’s just as theatrical as they were brought up to be, and that becomes more obvious with each passing day. Reginald’s academies in the old world were pilot episodes for the real run. His siblings understand the rules in this world; they understand the hierarchy. And they understand that Klaus’s autonomy, always tenuous from the start, very much is open for debate now he’s in danger of kidnap or assault every time he tries to wriggle away from them.
Today they’re talking about hormone suppressants. Specifically, whether Klaus should start taking them. It’s no longer difficult to get everyone together for group meetings; there’s a physical closeness that feels instinctual, that hurts a little inside Klaus’s tummy when he’s not close to at least one of their distinctive scents. He’d asked Viktor about it early on, and Viktor said he didn’t feel that same pull, but he did look forward to seeing his family in a way he never used to when he was lonely, miserable Vanya.
Speaking of Viktor, Klaus doesn’t know whether to be delighted for him or insanely jealous. Out of all his siblings, sweet, gentle Viktor seems to be the most obvious candidate for omega status, but he’d ended up alpha like the rest of them. Not just that: he now has the working anatomy of all alpha male bodies, and in a dick measuring contest he’d gleefully realized his was the second biggest after Luther’s. It looks overwhelming on his tiny frame, but Klaus had felt himself spurt slick at the sight of it anyway.
(Klaus’s anatomy, in comparison, feels like no man’s land. His dick, never hugely generous in proportions, has shrunk to a purely ceremonial reminder of his old body and though it perks up when he’s stimulated, and leaks a bit of slick, no ejaculate escapes from it anymore. He’s certainly tried. The less said about the new hole in between his legs, frankly, the better.)
He rubs his thighs together, annoyed that his mind has once again drifted to the subject of genitalia, and blinks a few times in bewilderment when he hears Diego say, “I’ve been researching this shit, and suppressants can affect fertility levels.”
“Well, that’s not a problem because I don’t want a-” Klaus tries to say, but Five is already talking over him.
“Alt-right alpha forums on the internet don’t count as research, dumbass. There’s no empirical link between suppressants and fertility issues. Certainly they can induce unwanted side effects, but as soon as he comes off them he’ll be fertile again, possibly even more so as his body seeks to over-compensate.”
“But even if there were fertility issues,” Klaus tries again, “I don’t want a baby, so-”
They continue to ignore him; he can tell by their scents that they’re only focused on neutralizing each other, to win the alpha scramble that inevitably takes place when they’re together. He can read them pretty well these days on scent alone, not that he’s in a strong enough position to use it much to his advantage.
“I’m with Diego,” Lila says, and Five rolls his eyes, muttering what a surprise under his breath. “Even if there’s nothing definite to say it won’t affect our babies, I personally believe there’s no smoke without fire.”
Klaus blinks, and chooses to ignore the ‘our babies’ bit. Lila (another alpha, goddamn her) is still pregnant with Diego’s spawn, from before they ended up in the new world, so there’s absolutely no reason for her to be planning Klaus’s as well, right?
“Well, what’s the plan, then? We keep him off suppressants and keep trying to resist him? What happens when he has his first heat? He’s already dripping wet constantly. It’s hugely distracting, if you hadn’t noticed.”
“I have,” is the collective group response. Klaus presses his legs together and blushes.
“Not to mention,” Five continues, on a roll now, “he’s barely been out since we got here and is beginning to smell sad. He needs sunlight. Vitamin D.”
(“I’ll give him some Vitamin D,” Diego snickers, and receives a whack to the head by Lila for his troubles. His protests that the joke was right there don’t seem to sway her.)
“The point is,” Five says with a fierce glare, “Currently he can’t leave the house without bloodshed close behind. So, if we don’t suppress him, what do you knuckleheads propose we do?”
“There’s a simple solution,” Allison replies, and Klaus resists the urge to roll his eyes at her. She shouldn’t even be here after everything she’s done. When she’d heard that Klaus had ended up an omega, she’d apparently rejoined the pack dynamics out of concern for him. Klaus can’t help thinking it’s more to do with the fact that it took her precisely a week to work out that she’s a bit bored in her new, perfect life. “The best way to ward off alphas outside of the pack is to smother the omega in pheromones from alphas inside the pack.”
“Well, a couple of us are… probably already doing that,” Five mumbles. He and Diego have the good grace to look a little sheepish.
“Oh, great. The two smallest dicks in the pack have rubbed off on him over the course of a few days. That’ll do it,” Allison says sarcastically, as Five and Diego shrink even further into their seats. “No, he needs a collective approach. He needs to be fucked and scented regularly. It’s time to stop going against our new instincts. Trying not to fuck him will only harm him in the long run.”
There are some murmurs of agreement, particularly from Five. That’s a bad sign. Five never agrees with anyone.
“Look, I know my opinion is… not as important anymore,” Klaus says, voice wobbling a bit, and they finally turn to look at him, which he kind of regrets lobbying for now that he feels this close to tears. “But… I really don’t want to be pregnant. I get that we’re kind of stuck here now that Five can’t zap us into the next crazy timeline, so maybe I have to accept this…” he gestures down at his curves, hating the way his siblings’ eyes eagerly follow, “But I’m still… you know… Gender doesn’t mean anything to me, but growing a baby in here? That feels wrong. Having to get fucked multiple times daily for the supposed treat of going outside? I mean, not to kink shame anyone but I do still think of you all as family. So just give me the damn suppressants and let me live a relatively chill existence.”
He’s relieved that none of them laugh at him, or tell him to shut the fuck up and let the alphas talk. But when he sees their concerned expressions, the scents they’re omitting, full of sharp, peppery worry for his distress, it almost feels worse.
“I didn’t want to use this against you, Klaus, but…” Five sighs, looking for once like the many decades he’s lived through. “I’ve looked into omegas who never had a baby. There’s plenty of data.” Klaus can smell his reluctance to speak and he responds by trying to calm him with his own, sweeter pheromones. It’s the one part of his new anatomy he quite enjoys, the way he’s able to reach his siblings without words, to be useful to them in that small way. He sees the others reacting to it, too, their bodies becoming a little looser, their expressions becoming a little less fierce.
Five nods in thankful recognition, and continues.
“There’s a part of your biology that basically acts as a killswitch if you go childless. You might not feel the need to breed yet, it’s early days. If you went on suppressants, I’d only ever want it to be temporary until we can work out for sure what our next steps are, or to give you the chance to find another alpha. You have the right to do that, we’re not going to force you to mate with us specifically. But if we stay in this world, and the Alpha/Omega Directive isn’t overwritten, then one day in the next twenty or so years, your body is going to want revenge on you for not being allowed to do what it was designed for. And I don’t want to see your life fall apart on the day that occurs.”
“And we do care,” Viktor adds. “A little too much, probably. We only want what’s best for you.”
“I hate this,” Klaus says with an honesty he'd never been capable of before. He bites back tears, because he’s an omega now, and apparently that’s what omegas do: cry at the slightest bit of kindness, or anger, or from seeing a particularly beautiful flower wilt a little in the vase. “Why did it have to be me? I can’t do this. I’m not maternal. I’m… I’m a mess.”
He feels Luther’s strong arms encircle him, pulling him onto his lap. “Hey, you’re the most caring person I know. Don’t you forget it,” his big brother tells him comfortingly. “Life’s given you so much shit but you’ve stayed so optimistic. Always wanting to help others. All your life you’ve put on this front that you’re a selfish piece of shit but we’ve all seen now how that was just an act.”
“Since when did you discover adjectives?” Klaus hiccups, and Luther chuckles at the sound.
“Sloane’s been helping me with-” he starts, but is met with loud groans, and a boo from Diego.
“Don’t bring that traitor up, she chose which pack to run with,” Lila says.
“She wants us to join forces, and so do I,” Luther protests. There are further exclamations of dissent. “We’d be stronger together!”
“Those shitheads want to steal Klaus and turn the rest of us into beta cucks,” Diego growls. “They’re bitter that they didn’t get an omega for themselves.”
Klaus figures there’s some truth in this. When they’d heard that the Sparrows had survived the reset they’d been temporarily relieved, some of their survivor’s guilt assuaged, but it had quickly turned to shit when Ben had ditched the Umbrellas for his old family and had put pressure on Klaus to go with him. He’s not entirely sure where Sloane’s current loyalties lie, but with pack mentality deepening on a daily basis he assumes it’s drifting further and further from the fence.
They try to get the conversation back on track, but the mood has soured as it often seems to when the Sparrows are brought up, and eventually they agree to reconvene tomorrow.
Allison heads back to her family, and Lila and Diego to their own apartment (they’d agreed early on they were both too horny to be living day-in-day-out with an unmated omega.) Viktor has also found his own apartment a couple of blocks away, always preferring his own company, which leaves Klaus, Five and Luther to flatshare together, though on any given evening Luther makes the short journey across town to spend his free time with Sloane.
So that evening, like most evenings, Five and Klaus end up alone together, and Klaus isn’t too ashamed to admit this is the time of day he looks forward to most. Without having to perform superiority to the others, Five almost seems relaxed and happy, and his scent when it’s not in competition with the rest of the pack is Klaus’s favorite: light, balanced and refreshing, like the damp air after the rain stops.
“You want me to run you a bath? I know that those family meetings take it out of you,” his older brother offers. Klaus nods, and Five instructs him to go and get changed into something more comfortable. He looks Klaus up and down as he says it, a finger grazing against Klaus’s hardening nipple through his t-shirt, and Klaus shivers at the intention behind his words.
Reginald didn’t leave them completely unprepared. Five had found a credit card the first time he’d stuck his hand in his pocket upon arriving in the new world, and when he’d put it in a cash machine an apparently obscene amount of money had flashed onto the screen. Five hasn’t told Klaus exactly how much it is, but the first thing he’d done after finding it was to get on the phone to a luxury realtor who had sourced them something befitting of the young sir’s financial stature.
“Obviously it’s another method of control,” Five had admitted the first time he’d showed his family around. “But it could be worse. He could have found us deadbeat civilian jobs instead.”
So they were currently renting some ridiculous penthouse apartment that Klaus hasn’t even got round to counting all the rooms in. His favorite is the South-facing bathroom containing a marbled sunken bathtub, and enough plants and foliage to kit out a botanical garden. He spends a lot of time in there and Five has picked up on it, bringing him back sweet scents, oils and scrubs and salts each time he goes out, the bottles growing more lavish and the scents more feminine with each gift wrapped box left at the end of his bed.
The square bathtub is the size of a small swimming pool and could comfortably fit the whole pack in if they were so inclined (luckily, they haven’t insisted on trying that yet.) Five is removing his clothes next to it when Klaus heads back in. On his own body, he’s squeezed into a silky camisole set (another of Five’s lavish gifts), and he shivers when Five takes him in with a brooding expression.
That’s a thing that Five does now. Broods. Smolders. Whatever you want to call it. His teenage body has rapidly evolved in just a few weeks; none of them are exactly sure why, but Five doesn’t seem to be worried by it. In fact he’s pretty smug, and Klaus can see why. Now he looks like a twenty-something man, but not just that. An extremely handsome twenty-something man. Tall and lean, but not skinny, with an elegant face and a dark smile that has Klaus tingling all the way down to his stomach.
And did Klaus mention his scent? His scent is really, really nice.
“There it is,” Five chuckles. “I love the effect I have on you. I can smell your wetness from here.”
“It’s just my biology,” Klaus says sulkily. “You didn’t need to be so… so naked.”
“You’re the one who benefits from this, omega. Don’t get it twisted. I don’t need to strip off, but it keeps you regulated. Skin to skin contact plays a vital role in omega development.”
“You can do skin to skin without… without taking off your pants,” Klaus mumbles, hating the fact that he’s starting to blush. He shuffles a bit closer to the bathtub, hoping the steam rising off the flowing water might cloud his face a little. Klaus was never a blusher in the past, but that’s just another thing that’s gone out of the ornate sash windows. He blushes, he giggles, he arches his back when one of his siblings gets into his personal space. His body has forgotten the art of the bluff; if his scent didn’t give him away, his fluttering eyelashes sure would.
“And where would the fun be in that?” Five responds, before wading into the bathtub and looking up at Klaus. “Just take off those skimpy little undernothings, Klaus, I haven’t got all night.”
Klaus makes a point of turning around to protect his modesty, pulling the camisole over his head first and gasping at the sensation of his new tits bouncing into view. Every time he notices them it’s a new headfuck; his body has always been straight lines and edges, undernourished for so many years, but now he’s the picture of feminine vitality with his high, perky breasts and his fleshy hips and ass. There are still tell-tale signs of his former gender, like his skinny legs, his flat stomach, the prominent adam’s apple, and thankfully he’s been able to hold onto his facial hair (though he realized with dismay the other day that the rest of his body hasn’t needed waxing once since his arrival.)
The entire effect is one of detachment rather than acceptance. He often tries to imagine himself with a swollen, pregnant tummy, but it fills him with the same confusion his new breasts do. This shouldn’t be here. I want my straight lines back.
Five sighs happily as Klaus wriggles out of his panties and turns shyly back to the tub, cupping his breasts in his arms to stop them bouncing as he clumsily descends into the tub. Another difference: shyness was a laughable concept to Klaus no more than a month ago. He loved being naked, often it was others begging him to put some more clothes on. Now the others are constantly finding excuses to strip off around him, and to keep him as skimpily dressed as possible, while Klaus reaches for baggy sweaters, oversized t-shirts that don’t accentuate any part of his body, and whines when his siblings buy him “pretty” clothes and call him ungrateful for not jumping for joy at them.
But Five is right; he does respond to skin to skin contact, and it’s worth the embarrassment of his body to lean into Five’s solid chest, to have his brother’s mouth close to his neck, and while he has to do some mental gymnastics to avoid thinking about the implications of a hard, leaking cock poking in between his legs, he has to admit that there is something soothing about the solidness of it as it presses into his soft skin.
“So, lots to think about,” Five tells him with his low, baritone voice as he begins to comb his wet fingers through Klaus’s curls. “The suppressants thing… even I’m drawing a blank. That never happens.”
“Well, thank you for not banning them outright, I guess,” Klaus says sincerely. He knows that if it was Diego’s decision, the mere mention of them would be considered mutiny. “I just… I don’t want to be such a… you know. A burden. I want to be self-sufficient, if we’re staying here. I really think suppressing this weird omega thing inside of me would help with that.”
“You were a burden before,” Five laughs, a little meanly. “Now you’re… well, I wouldn’t say I’m completely worry-free, but I know where you are, and what you’re doing. I can sniff out when you’re distressed or overwhelmed. I can soothe you easily. You’re much less of a burden these days, Klaus.”
“Oh,” he says, a little sadly.
“Don’t get me wrong, you were always my favorite. You know me, I love a bit of chaos. But now I’ve had you like this…” he leans forward and breathes in Klaus’s scent at his pulse point, “God, you’re perfect. I would be incredibly disappointed if you suppressed this. You can still have fun, you know, I can take you wherever you want to go, we can live any life you want. But you can still have that good life, while keeping this gift. It might not feel like a gift, not while your mind is still making sense of it. But if you just gave in, accepted your biology, I think you’d be so happy. And… God, so would I. I think I finally understand now what it means to be excited for the future.”
Klaus squirms slightly in his older brother’s arms, trying to work out if there is any manipulation behind the words. But all that’s coming from Five, in waves and waves, is pure sincerity. It’s the most open his brother has ever been with him, and at the core of it is a simple truth: he wants to put babies in me and care for me and build a life around that.
And his body, his traitorous body, works so much faster than his brain. Five’s cock, his big, hard, throbbing cock, is so close, so close to Klaus’s pussy, that new, hidden space between his legs, and if Klaus moves just so, if he spreads his legs a little wider, he could… he could put a baby in there, Five would be so happy with him, Five would kiss him and hold him and tell him what a good omega he is, Five would-
“No!” There goes his brain, catching up with the rest of him. “Keep your dirty alpha cock away! I told you I don’t want this.”
And just like that, all Klaus can smell is distress. He pulls away from Five’s grip with a whimper and pushes himself through the water to the other side of the tub.
Jesus, what the fuck just happened?
“You can’t tempt me like that!” Five yells at him, and Klaus feels tears at his eyes. “Shit, maybe the suppressants are a good idea, considering you basically go into heat whenever you get a cock near your wet hole, and then act like a little bitch as soon as I try to give you what you’re asking for!”
Klaus nods in sad agreement as Five angrily stands up, his cock jutting out ridiculously, and tramples away from the tub and out of the bathroom.
He stays in the water until his hands and feet start to prune, then wearily gets out and wraps a huge fluffy toweling robe around him. You fucked up, his mind repeats, over and over, with a more unfamiliar voice under it: Bad omega. Stupid bad dumb omega.
Unlike blushing, Klaus has always been a cryer, but he’s never cried this much before. He cries as soon as his bedroom door is locked, cries as he dries his hair, cries as he climbs into bed. He even wakes up the next morning with a sinking feeling in his stomach and tears at his eyes.
Then he gains a bit more consciousness, begins to pick up on the repetent alpha scent at his bedside, and promptly bursts into tears when he sees Five sitting next to him with a sheepish expression on his face.
“I was an asshole. It wasn’t your fault,” Five tells him, as he wraps firm arms around him. “Please, stop crying, baby. Get angry instead. Get angry at me.”
“You know I don’t do anger,” Klaus says shakily. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
“And I’m an asshole, not an alpha,” Five says morosely.
“You know you can be both? Those two things are not mutually exclusive.”
“True. Look at Ben.”
“You told me I wasn’t allowed to,” Klaus points out smugly, his tears beginning to subside as he starts to relax. Five taps his cheek lovingly, not enough to hurt, and Klaus melts. I’m safe, I’m fine, he loves me, I’m good, I’m a good-
“Smart-ass,” Five says fondly, and Klaus melts a little more.
“You know, the… the thing last night. You should have kept going,” he says, before he can talk himself out of it. He remembers the heat of their bodies thrust up against one another last night, how the tears were as much frustration as they were sadness. Five looks at him in confusion and he takes a deep breath. “I wanted it. Really badly. And I still kind of do. Maybe it’s playing with fire, to even experiment with this. But I want you to… to be my first. Maybe if we fuck, if you touch me down there… I don’t know. Maybe I’ll start to understand this body a bit more.”
Five looks at him in disbelief. “You’re serious?”
Klaus nods. “I feel wrong, but when I think about dulling this all out, suppressing it, I feel… even wrong-er? Is that a word?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Well, that’s how I feel. I don’t know how I’m going to decide, but I think this might help. If… if you don’t mind, that is?”
Five laughs. “Mind? Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to stick my cock in your pussy ever since we arrived? God, even before we realized our bodies were changing, I could barely keep my hands off you. It would be my honor to be the first man inside that hot, tight hole of yours.”
Klaus moans, embarrassingly loudly, his cheeks red and flushed, his pussy oozing slick onto the bed sheets beneath him. Five responds by reaching for his cock through his PJ pants and bringing it out for Klaus to see.
“See, it’s always hard for you.”
Cock, Klaus thinks. God I love cock. He always has done, that’s been consistent through his teenage and adult life, but now it’s like… cock on crack. He wants to gag on it, wants to bounce on it, wants to never be without it. The resistance is gone: suddenly he understands that his tits are to make the cock hard, his pussy is to pull the cock in, his hips are to take the cock deep.
“You look dickstruck,” Five laughs. “Head empty, mouth open, ability to form words gone.”
“Please, Five, I need-”
“Oh, it’s like that, is it? Blushing cocktease Klaus has left the building. Mind you, you’re still blushing, but it’s more like a whore sweating in church, right?” He takes his hand off his dick and gestures for Klaus to scoot in. “Go on, then, this is the easy part.”
Klaus inhales it deeply before taking it in his mouth. He’s a little greedy, too quickly, and he feels tears at his eyes as he takes it down his throat within moments. Five pulls him back, tells him to go easy, tells him to stop acting like a filthy skank. The words undo Klaus; if he still had his powers he thinks he’d probably welcome choking to death on it, knowing he’d come straight back to life with it still lodged in his throat.
But he has to be more careful with his body these days, and besides Five is clearly not looking for this level of commitment. He guides Klaus, one strong hand in his curls, until the cock has pulled back into a wider part of Klaus’s throat, and then breathes out contentedly as Klaus’s experienced tongue goes to work.
“Taste good?” he asks, a little dreamily, and Klaus nods enthusiastically as he feels saliva drip out of his mouth and onto Five’s balls resting on his chin. “Yeah, I bet it does. You can always tell a cockslut by their lips. Knew you’d grown into one the minute I laid eyes on you after I’d got back to you all.”
Klaus feels slick sliding down his thigh as his eyes roll back into his head.
When Five’s cock is rock hard and dripping continuously, he pulls Klaus off it, laughing when Klaus starts to whine with disappointment. “As good as your mouth is, it’s nothing new for me and I’m a bit bored with it. Let’s take a look at the rest of this body, shall we? Let’s see what it’s good for.”
Immediately, Klaus feels himself instinctively trying to cover himself up, gasping slightly when Five grabs his wrists and shakes his head. “It’s good you’re modest with it, you should be. It’s designed to make lesser alphas drag you off to their cave and breed you up constantly. But around me, or the rest of the pack? You stop trying to hide it. You can feel shy, you can get embarrassed, but if we say ‘show us your tits’, you pull your top down immediately. If we say ‘spread’, you bend over and shove that fat ass upwards, ready for cock. You never resist. Do you understand?”
Klaus feels his head spinning with need. He nods rapidly and Five reaches for his tits, pulling them out of Klaus’s little nightdress. “Good. Now, what do we do with these?”
“I don’t-” Klaus pants, “They’re… I don’t-”
“You do know. You know they’re for milk. Know they’re for making alphas hard. Maybe you don’t know they’re for wanking big, hard alpha cocks off, but you can learn that. Come here,” Five grunts, and Klaus whimpers slightly as Five shifts him so he’s keeling in front of the hard, jutting cock. “Push them together, Tits, and let’s see how good they are at pleasing my cock.”
Klaus has heard of tit jobs before but never actually been involved in one, even when his cock still functioned as a cock. He doesn’t know what to make of this now, the sensation of Five’s achingly erect cock being squished in between his doughy breasts. In a way he has more control like this, guiding his breasts up and down like he’s giving Five a massage, but that’s soon relinquished when Five bats his hands away and leans forward slightly to grab at the soft tits himself, squeezing hard as he wanks himself into a state of frenzy, faster and rougher than Klaus was handling them.
“Who do these belong to?” Five asks, and Klaus whimpers in what might be pain but feels more like need.
“Yours.”
“Mine. I own these. Bounce ‘em,” he growls, and Klaus jerks his chest up and down, feeling them clap against the palms of Five’s hands, against his cock, sticky pre-come escaping like a leaky faucet each time the cock reaches its highest point, just under Klaus’s chin, and runs down over his tits in sheer, glistening streaks.
Eventually Five pulls out with a roar and Klaus instinctively goes to cover his tits back up, ashamed of what they’ve just been treated as, before remembering who they belong to. Besides, he barely has time to react, because the next thing he knows Five is lining his cock up at Klaus’ soaking wet entrance, and staring at him intensely.
“Ready?” he asks. “I promise you’ll never be the same after this, omega.”
Klaus nods. “I… I’m ready. I’m ready, alpha.”
And then he’s seeing stars.
Nothing has ever felt so right. Like slotting the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle into place. The artificial highs he’s injected into himself, the sweet, vanilla sex he had with Dave, that filthy, filthy night with Ben after Luther and Sloane’s wedding… Nothing comes close to the feeling of a heavy cock sliding into what he’d thought was a no-man’s-land between his legs, a hole that hadn’t even existed a few weeks ago.
He understands in that moment. Understands the human need to breed. To be bred. In his mind’s eye he sees himself huge with child, Five proudly rubbing his tummy, telling him what a good omega he is. He understands his purpose, to be barefoot and pregnant, while his brothers and sisters treat him like the ditz he is. He belongs to them, and he wants to please them, he wants to be the best omega for them, better than the other omegas. He wants to be the perfect pair of tits, the perfect pussy, the perfect baby-making machine. He wants to be surrounded by their children, wants to sing to them and hold them close and feed them milk, and start all over again when they grow up and-
He… he wants it all. And as Five speeds up his pace, Klaus’s pussy clearly reminding him too of his most base urges, he begins to understand that maybe here, he could have that acceptance he’s been chasing all his life.
Gripping onto Klaus’s tits like handles, Five turns out a few last desperate thrusts, and then Klaus feels it inside him… the expanding cock, swelling up inside him, filling him until it feels like the cock is part of him, pulsing as it milks Klaus’s pussy for all its worth. Five has gone into a kind of trance, hands still squeezing around Klaus’s tits, his body jerking almost involuntarily. Klaus whimpers and wriggles beneath him, his pussy now sensitive, wanting to expel this huge, violent organ inside of it; then comes the flood of sticky, wet fluid that he never particularly worried about, beyond the odd STD, when he was a man, not a omega, but now has a different function entirely.
He breathes heavily, as does Five, who pulls out of him with some effort, his knot slowly softening. He rolls onto the bed next to him and grabs a hold of Klaus’s hand, squeezing. That’s… so sweet, Klaus thinks, until Five says, “Legs in the air, slut, give that jizz a fighting chance of making a baby.”
“But I don’t want a baby,” Klaus murmurs, then shakes his head. “Oh, screw it.” He lifts his legs up shakily and Five eventually gets up off his ass and shuffles down to Klaus’s legs, hoisting them up a little higher.
They stay like that until Luther comes in, grumbling, “What the hell are you playing at, Klaus, we’d decided cooking was your resp-” He stops dead when he sees what’s happening, and blinks at them. “What the…?”
“Safe to say I’ve solved the suppressant dilemma,” Five says. “He won’t be needing them, we’ve decided.”
Oh yeah, I did kind of indicate that, Klaus thinks vaguely. Five’s load continues to wam his insides, and he wonders if he’s going to live to regret this decision.